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the ground, groaning in pleasure. I bite my lip so that I don’t utter all the stupid shit that I profess in the throes of passion- I wax poetic, my creative nature taking over. It never fails, it will always slip past my parted lips.
    “Mmm… We look gorgeous together, ” Marcus purrs in a dreamy voice. My eyes flash up and I can just make us out in the moonlight streaming through the tree canopy. Our cocks are griped in Marc’s tight fist as he smoothly strokes our silken flesh. I’m an inch or so longer than Marcus is, but he is in no way short since my cock is a good ten inches long. Marcus makes up the difference with sheer girth- fat enough that he barely fits into my mouth. I try not to think about what that thick dick would feel like gliding inside me, stretching me, making me cum… I experience a full body shiver. I bite my lip harder this time to contain the words and sounds that threaten to flow from my mouth.
    “It’s too bad you wife isn’t here to see this. I’d love to see if she could suck us both in to her mouth at the same time. Have you and Ezra had Kat do that yet?” I listen for jealousy, but Marcus only sounds mildly curious and seriously horny. “I know my Regina could do it, but she’s busy creating a different kind of life,” he wistfully says, and it’s not just wistful over Regina. Marcus wants the white picket fence life, too. I hunger to tell Marc that Whitt will never satisfy Regina’s urge for normalcy because eventually he will need more- Whitt will need to be himself. I would know, after all.
    “Fuck, I want Kitten to do that. I’m sorry that I said we couldn’t play with her. I miss her, too.” In this instant, I regret my jealousy- the jealousy that demanded we couldn’t have sex- that Marcus couldn’t have sex with Katya ever again. Marcus can be Katya’s Master, but that is all. Blowjobs are still on the table, because frankly, Marcus can’t live without a thorough skullfucking.
    “We ’ve been having our own fun,” Marc’s voice is deep with lust. “Don’t fool yourself, your husband and wife are not lonely in the least. They’ve been fooling around behind our backs. But so have we,” he laughs out, filling my mind with all the smoldering moments we’ve shared in the past few months- my mouth sucking his cock with his hands cupping the back of my skull, our bodies grinding as our lips hungrily feast. Months of constant foreplay and barely any release. Our lust is a tempest building in intensity and it’s about to blow.
    Marcus painfully grips our dicks tightly together and it increases my need to climax. He strokes us in a twisting motion, starting at the crest of my head until he meets the root of my cock.
    “I’ve always wanted you and I don’t know why … I love women and think Ray fucked me up,” denial is so thick in my voice that I nearly choke on it. I won’t admit which part of that was denial, not even to myself. 
    “Ya think?” Marcus chuckles. “You won’t remember anything you ’ve said or what I say because you’ll block it out afterwards like you always do, so fuck it. I’m sure fucking the whores Ray brought in for you messed you up. But not as badly as what he made you do to Aaron did. I will get you through this. I love you and I need to you to be happy. Our lives are going to change soon, and I need you strong enough to help me secure our future. If that means I have to fuck you, so be it.”
    “Are you actually straight?” I ask in shock, eyes glued to our cocks. I don’t even bother saying I’m straight anymore since a cock touching me anywhere is as close to bliss as I can get.
    “Yes, completely. Whether in my fantasie s or reality, it’s always a woman… with the exception of you, obviously. You really do confuse me the hell out of me,” Marcus unsurely grumbles. “I’ve been with four women in my lifetime. And I know I will never take another. I’ve found the one I plan on keeping forever. Now, if you ask